Anna's Song
(Smith)

Anna says she's in love again
Seems to happen all the time
But the envious world could never match the sweet romance
Of such a heart sublime

With the top down, she's invincible
Golden and flying on the wind
And free, she sings just like an angel on the verge
Of a mortal sin

How glorious and beautiful
And tragic in my eyes
To complicate her story with the love I've come to realize

Anna speaks to me in a fever dream
In a language all our own
And in a world not made for gentle understanding
She feels like coming home

How glorious and beautiful
And tragic in my eyes
To complicate her story with the love I've come to realize


© 2002 Andy Smith
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